Once again she is packing up
Another year, gone—
Pregnant, nursing,
With toddlers clinging
To her skirt,
She is moving once again.
Every year another town
Another babe
Through coal-dusted years
Including the short stay
In the one room, dirt floored
Residence provided
By the masters of coal
Till she refuses to stay put
Just this once.
At last a year passed
With no new birth,
Though she grows big
The next year and every
Two years thereafter–
Eleven boys, four girls.
Finally, after the last is born,
They settle in a lasting home.
Of the fifteen some marry,
Some die too soon.
Some live with her
Some live far away.
One brought her his diploma
After high school graduation.
But all return annually
Drawn by love of family,
The love instilled by her.
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